Poetry Blogs (2018, nature)
Handsome oak tree, one grand thread,
but split, split, split. Tangle of limbs,
cloud of leaves, your thread is
a network of veins; what is more
alive than you? What years have you
not known, and intimately:
their seasons have a particular ring
in your meticulous soul.
Unaware of my second nature
still you know how I plague a world
-it is in the air that sustains ...
Friday 27th April 2018 11:33 am
I step out
Into that mystic choir
That holds my heart
Where time, standing still,
Moves with the seasons
Quietly changing my world
With its elemental tune
While my song is barely heard:
A contrapuntal whisper
Struggling for harmony
For my land is my chancel
Hymns hum soft on its breezes
And prayer rises in its stillness
In this quiet place of remembrance...
Saturday 14th April 2018 11:43 pm
Nature, she called to me
Come lie down by my side
Whispering softly and soothingly under
her cool breeze breath
Hesitantly stumbling through my thoughts
Not wanting to give in too quickly to this request
I crawled around the bloody earth for what seemed like an age
Crumbling at times
Standing tall then crashing down
It is time
I will lie down with you now.
Friday 23rd March 2018 8:42 pm
Glancing from window
Into soft white snow wrapping
Signs of spring?
Long yellow catkins from twisted hazel
Where remains of distressed thoughts hung
Decaying yet diminishing as troubles often do
Frozen pond where jelly spawn from
Spent dead frogs was now protected
Ready to emerge as warmth re-appeared.
Tender plants pausing
Sunday 18th March 2018 4:54 pm
Autumn leaves through the front door.
The frightened leaves of the cherry trees
Flee with the aid of the wintery breeze
Get caught up in the metal frame
Of the iron gate that stands tight shut.
Their autumnal hues and end of the year
Brittleness complete the picture
Of the end of one season
but also the beginning of
a time of renaissance.
Monday 26th February 2018 3:13 pm
The rustle of the leaves in the air so dark
The black color of the autumn falls
The whistle of the wind, cool and covert
The striking chill, or lack thereof
The brightness of the moon that shines dull
The freshness of the invigorating air
The comeliness of the sky in bloom
The absence of invalid existence
The want for peace and quietude
The calmness and almost everlastin...
Friday 2nd February 2018 3:13 am
A long dark way and the loneliness deep
Some memories some wists along i keep
silence complete the wind one can hear
Hissing of moving leaves everywhere
A shady path align with trees
A sight from all cares it frees
Some dry leaves wistfully laid
Some still on trees all greenfly clad
A musk of dry dust in air
The drowning sun with few last stares
rising some smoke from chimneys far ...
Thursday 25th January 2018 11:02 am
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